A Symphony of Celestial Scars

Previously

…He believed his strength, his directness, was all that was needed. He was wrong. The scar, a wound in the very fabric of existence, was not a problem to be conquered, but a harmony to be restored. And Elara, the quiet weaver of starlight, held the key, a truth whispered in metaphors that Kaelen, in his haste, had failed to hear. He was the storm, she was the deep, unmoving earth, and the celestial scar was the earth-shattering event that would force them to acknowledge each other’s profound, and profoundly different, strengths. He was ready to mend, but he did not yet understand what needed mending.